"Truthfully, I have no idea. I also don't care as long as he doesn't kill anyone that doesn't need to be killed and does his job."
He looks at the time on the wall, ignoring the fact his pad has the time in the upper right hand corner. Still a bit before his active shift was due. What a silly thing to call that, 'Active' shift. He was always working on and off the clock, his life becoming the job put onto him. Truthfully he didn't like that part.
"Yes, I'm glad we are in in a stalemate after that last push of theirs a week or two back. The brigands petty activities have gone down, but we have been getting problems with the Maquis doing raids on our men and women. They actually almost took on a Valor, but it was able to remove enough of them to be able to flee. I really need to adjust the patrol paths to be closer to the guides and defenses. Maybe-"
He looks up, noticing he was drifting into work. He shakes his head and takes a bite of a pastry he can never remember the name of.
"As you can see, I have been almost overworked. I can never see how Dupont did this and stayed calm."
